Lyrics

[Guitar Solo] [Verse 1] Hey, hey, smokey with the iron grip Bang-bang knocking it down Hangman headed on the psycho trip He gives the best stretch around I got the hearsay, nowhere to run I got a bead on the sun I got it loaded before we were found They give the best holes around [Chorus] Looking down the barrel Of your best friend Something in the air Smells just like you've already won [Verse 2] Sweet Mother Mary, will you let me be? I'm trying just to find my way home Everything coming up catastrophe Pandemonium ruling the dome They got the numbers, and the outside won They got a rope round the sun But I put the hangman in a cold, dirt mound He gave the best stretch around [Chorus] Looking down the barrel Of your best friend Something in the air Smells just like you've already won Looking down the barrel Of what you defend Something in the air Smells just like, Chalie, get your gun [Bridge] Call me suicide Call me getting stronger Call me when the sun is done Call me homicide Call me sane no longer Call me when the race is won [Bridge] Call me suicide Call me getting stronger Call me when the sun is done Call me homicide Call me sane no longer Call me when the race is won [Guitar Solo] [Outro] Call me suicide Call me getting stronger Call me when the sun is done Call me homicide Call me sane no longer Call me when the race is won